Xanxus' hand stills on the glass. He frowns for a moment. In his minds eye, he's in a bar, sitting next to a man. A shady man. There's a contract between them. A name. A price. He laughs in the man's face. If that guy wants Xanxus to take that job, he needs to rethink both the price and the challenge involved. He better make killing that man worth it to him.

He doesn't realize he went silent and distant for a moment. He blinks and shakes his head. He looks down at the glass of alcohol and wonders if he should even say this. Perhaps if he make it into a joke. Murder is funny, right? "Too late there. I've murdered the music charts and made a bunch of virgin sacrifices on top of that. And you better not throw any races. I only like easy people when it comes to sex."